by Dana Delamar
“That’s what the girls will be doing when you sing.”
“I’m not singing it,” I said, turning my back to him as I dressed.
He whistled again at my bare arse, and my cheeks went up in flames. “Fuck, Rod.”
“Haven’t seen that view in a while. I can appreciate it, can’t I?”
“I’d appreciate less enthusiasm.”
He snorted, choking on his beer as I turned around. He sputtered for a second, then smiled. “You’re sexier than you know, Devkinandan.”
I loved the sound of my name rolling off his tongue. He said it teasingly, tauntingly, his voice low and laced with innuendo.
Taking the seat beside him on the couch, I was all too aware of the six inches or so between us. I could touch his bare thigh if I wanted, so easily…
I twisted the cap off my beer and took a long swig. Shite, shite, shite. Mustn’t let my mind wander like that.
Nothing was going to happen between us. Nothing.
I already knew how everything was going to play out.
I’d leave Rod with a hit album and a new guitarist. King’s Cross would live on without me.
That was the way it had to be.
Right?
Rod picked up a cold chunk of lobster and popped it in his mouth, moaning at the taste. “Bloody delicious,” he said. “Have some.”
I took a bite. It was heavenly. A million times better than bloody protein bars.
We were silent for a bit, digging in to the food, our eyes glued to the screen where Chelsea faced Man U. Chelsea was our team, and we both cheered when they scored a goal. We slapped palms and clinked the necks of our beers together.
“Dev?” Rod said, his voice soft.
“Yeah?” I glanced at him. His eyes were on the screen, all casual, but there was a tension in his body that hadn’t been there a moment ago.
“Would you be willing to try it again?”
My heart started racing. “Try what?”
“You, and Sky, and me. The three of us.”
My mouth went dry. Could I risk it? Could I let myself do it again, enjoy the idea again, the three of us in each other’s pockets? Heat rolled through me as memories did the same.
“I need to think about it.”
Rod said nothing for a while, then he nodded. “Okay, mate.”
We finished the game, then he asked what I wanted to watch. I shrugged. “Whatever you want.”
He grinned, and I knew from the glint in his eyes that I’d made a mistake. “Porn it is, then.”
I had to laugh at the glee on his face. “Cheeky monkey.”
“You know you love me,” he said, his voice light.
“Not that way, mate.”
He glanced at me and took a swig from his second beer. “We’ll see, mate. We’ll see.”
Rod flipped the channel to a porn video in progress. Some bloke was giving it hard to a brunette with long hair and huge tits. She was attractive, but Sky was a million times sexier than this bird.
I heard Rod’s towel rustling and looked over. Sure enough, he had his cock out, lazily stroking it. My pulse quickened, my eyes riveted to what he was doing.
We’d jerked off together a lot when we were teens, but it had been ages since we’d last done this.
And never with Rod’s challenge still hanging in the air. We’ll see.
My cock hardened in an instant, and Rod looked over at me, smirking when he saw where I was looking, then chuckling when his eyes dropped to the bulge in my boxer briefs.
“I could help you with that,” he said, his eyelids half-mast, his voice husky and low.
“I can take care of it myself.”
“Will you now?”
The girl on screen started moaning, and even though I knew it was fake, the sound still made my cock thump.
I could feel Rod’s eyes on me, the heat of his gaze, as I pushed my shorts down, freeing my cock. I palmed myself, my face blazing, my heart thudding, my mouth a desert.
I looked over at Rod, not meeting his eyes, but seeking out the place where he was touching himself, my eyes going to that long, thick cock he had trapped in his fist. The head was a deep red, almost purple, and he squeezed himself hard, a low groan leaving his mouth and shooting right to my cock.
“I could be touching you right now,” Rod murmured. “Or Sky could be. If that’s what you’d prefer.”
An idea flitted through my head—Sky and Rod taking turns sucking my cock—and though I’d barely touched myself, I was teetering on the brink of coming. My fist started pumping.
Rod chuckled, the sound low and dirty. “What’s going through your head, Devkinandan?”
“It’s private,” I growled between clenched teeth, my hand moving faster, my body tight as a guitar string.
“You’re bloody gorgeous,” Rod whispered. “Always are, right before you come.”
I looked at him, his eyes mere slits as he focused on me, his hand pumping quickly, his chest heaving like a bellows, the tendons in his neck and arms standing out, his abs clenching, and then he came with a grunt, cum shooting out in ropes onto his hands, his chest, and the sight finished me, my cock pulsing hard, making its own mess as I groaned out my bliss.
Fuck. I hadn’t come that hard in months. Except for Sky.
I slumped back against the couch, panting, my whole body boneless and loose, like I’d just had the fuck of my life, instead of a wank sitting next to my best mate.
Shite, shite, shite.
Rod mopped up with his towel, then rose, heading to the shower again. “Want to join me?” he asked, pausing in the doorway.
My fingers tightened on the fabric of the sofa. I did want to, wanted to see where this could go… but I couldn’t. I shook my head, unable to meet his eyes.
“Your loss,” he said, his tone casual, but he was right.
It was my loss, and I was all the poorer for it, my cum cooling on my belly.
I could be under the water with Rod, could be touching him, kissing him, feeling all that smooth skin.
But that way lay madness.
The ache in my chest intensified. I rose and washed off at the sink while Rod soaped himself in the shower, our eyes meeting in the mirror, my cheeks hot with shame.
I was a coward.
A bloody coward.
And I didn’t deserve Rod.
Or Sky.
SKY
I slid under the refreshingly cool water of the swimming pool and dipped my head back as I surfaced.
Dinner with the band had been wonderful, as had the boat tour. Tahiti had to be one of the most beautiful locales on Earth. Each island seemed a world unto itself, the topology of one completely different from the others. Whereas Marlon Brando’s island was sand and water, miles and miles of flat terrain, Moorea was all trees and mountains.
I swam a few laps, enjoying the stretch and the sensation of the water sliding over my heated skin. The sun had just set and a couple small pool lights lit up the water in some areas while leaving others in shadows. I felt cocooned by it as I slipped into one of the darker sections of the pool. A gorgeous arrangement of rocks and fragrant tiare tahiti, a local variety of gardenia, followed the edge of the pool. I leaned against the wall and, hooking my arms over the ledge so my feet could float up, let myself breathe. Just breathe. In the dark woods behind me, night creatures hooted and insects buzzed. Their song soothed me. Helped ease my worries, of which there were many.
The dinner and boat ride had been fun, and talking with the band about their careers and their thoughts on the future of King’s Cross had been illuminating. I hadn’t realized to what extent Dev and Rod led the group, while the others basically played what they were told. Damon seemed to be the most irritated by it. Maybe it was an American thing, this notion that everyone had to have an equal say. King’s Cross was definitely more of a dictatorship than a democracy.
I heard a noise. As I tried to figure out what it was, I sank farther into the shadows created by the arran
gement of plants and flowers. I couldn’t clearly see anything beyond the lights of the swimming pool.
Footsteps. Someone was coming.
A shape emerged. Formed into the body of man.
There was the sound of a zipper being lowered. Shorts and a shirt were flung aside.
A splash when the man dove into the water.
Who was it?
I felt a little miffed that my quiet time alone had been invaded. Ridiculous really. The pool was for everyone’s use. If I’d wanted privacy so badly, I should’ve stuck to the dipping pool on the deck of my bungalow.
My foot brushed against something. I screamed, kicked, and pulled myself out of the water and onto the ledge.
A head burst out of the water. It was Dev.
“Oh, fuck.” I pressed a hand to my chest, where my heart was beating a quick step. “You scared the crap out of me, Dev.”
Dev’s laughter continued, the smug shit. I kicked my feet rapidly, bringing up a ton of water, right into his handsome face.
He sputtered and coughed and raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, all right. Stop!” He wiped the water off his face with his hands and grinned. “Forgive me?” he asked without even a modicum of regret in his voice.
“No, I’m not going to forgive you,” I said, pouting playfully.
The pool was no deeper than five feet, even in the deep end, which allowed Dev to easily walk up to me. His palms landed on my knees and pushed my legs apart. He stepped in between them and his finger grazed along the low waistband of my black and white bikini bottoms.
“You look edible in this itty bitty cozzy.”
My lips curved into what I hoped was a sultry smile. “You hungry, big boy?”
“Starved,” he said in a strained voice. Dev stuck a finger into each side of the waistband of my bikini bottoms and tugged. “Lift up.”
I hesitated. We were in a public place even if it was dark and secluded.
Dev kissed my neck. “Don’t worry, sweets. No one will see us.”
He couldn’t possibly know that. I wasn’t shy about my body. Growing up the way I had ruled that out. But I was on the job here. Dev sucked on my earlobe and chills raced up my back. A wave of yearning crashed over me. I wanted Dev again. All those months alone, thinking about him. About Rod. And now I had him. I wasn’t going to waste this chance.
I raised my hips and brought my knees together as he stepped back and tugged the bottoms off my legs. He tossed them onto the deck of the pool, but they slid into the water. Dev pushed my legs apart again, but this time, he pressed his lips to my pussy and then I couldn’t think about anything else.
I moaned with pleasure. “That feels so good.” My hands flew to his head and my fingers dug into his thick hair, holding on. Holding him.
He drew back and nibbled my sensitive flesh, before soothing it with a simple swipe of his tongue. Desire anchored itself in my belly. My breasts ached with the need to be touched, and my pussy throbbed with the need to be filled.
I hadn’t had sex in months before coming to this island, and now I couldn’t get enough. “Oh God,” I cried when Dev sucked on my clit, his tongue doing a particularly wicked swirly thing. I was having sex with two men, only one of whom knew about the other, all in the name of work. Did that make me a whore? I was using my body, after all.
Only I didn’t feel like one. I couldn’t say I felt good about what I was doing. Guilt was definitely weighing on my conscience. But each time one of them touched me, kissed me, sank his cock into me—it didn’t feel dirty. It didn’t feel wrong.
It felt like destiny.
Like the life I was supposed to be living.
Like the life I’d almost had.
If only I hadn’t run away.
A finger eased into me, and I immediately clenched around it. Dev pumped his hand a few times, then slid a second finger in, pressing against my inner walls. When he spun his fingers around and rubbed my G-spot, I saw stars. My hips bucked and I was fucking his face, squeezing his head between my thighs. The bristles of his beard chafing me just right.
He flicked his tongue quickly against my clit, and I curved myself around his head. My orgasm hit me like a runaway freight car. “Dev. Ohhh.” I moaned.
He held me as I continued to rock my hips through the aftershocks, his amazing fingers playing me like a guitar.
When the sensations eased, I relaxed my death grip on his head, and let my arms and legs fall.
“Jesus.” I exhaled heavily. “You’re really fucking good with your fingers.”
He chuckled softly, flexing them. The moonlight reflected off the wetness of my juices. “It’s the dexterity exercises.”
“Whatever it is, don’t give it up.”
He slid his fingers into his mouth, the same two that had been inside me, and moaned. “I love the taste of your cunt.”
I must’ve made a sound, because he looked up, his brow furrowed. “What is it?”
I grimaced. “That word.”
“What word?”
“The C word.”
“C word?” His expression cleared. “Oh, you mean cunt? What of it?”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s not a nice word in America.”
“We aren’t in America, are we, sweets?” He grinned and traced a finger down my slit. “And this is a very nice cunt.”
“Jesus,” I muttered and tried to close my legs, suddenly feeling very exposed.
He held my knees and refused to let me hide from his view.
“Dev.”
He slid his torso between them, keeping my legs spread with the breadth of his chest. His arms circled my waist. “Come here,” he whispered, lifting me off the ledge and into the pool.
I shivered as the water enveloped me. It felt warm on my skin, which had chilled in the cooling night air.
He brushed some hair off my face. His eyes were intense. Hot. He kissed me softly, and I tasted a hint of myself on his lips.
“You’re beautiful, Sky. Every inch of you.” He paused and searched my face with his gaze. “I wish…” His words trailed off. He looked away, and the longing in his voice reminded me of what was at issue here, and it wasn’t my heart.
“Things seem better with you and Rod,” I said.
“They are.” He looked up. “And it’s because of you. I must say, I’m impressed.”
“Impressed?”
“We’ve made so much progress already, and we’ve only been on the island a few days. Whatever you said to Rod seems to have been the catalyst.”
And there it was again, that needling guilt. I couldn’t tell Dev about the bonus or the partnership deal I’d made with TI. Or the promise I’d made to Rod to give him and Dev my body, to be the bridge between them.
I believed in what I was doing.
I believed that Dev and Rod belonged together.
Just as I wanted to believe I could do this for them without losing my heart to either one.
I cleared my throat of all the mixed emotions clogging it. “You guys are really the ones doing the work. You and Rod. I’m just nudging things along.” I focused on his neck instead of on his face. It was far safer territory. Except for that bead of water slowly sliding down its long length, and I was suddenly consumed with the need to lick it.
“Rod… Rod mentioned something today,” Dev said softly.
“Yeah?” I tried to focus on what he was saying, but the drop rolled onto his collarbone and followed its path to the notch at the base of his throat. A notch I knew he loved to have licked.
“He asked if I’d like to try it again.”
Something about his tone caught my attention. “It?” I asked.
“A threesome. With him and… with him and you.”
That definitely caught my attention. Rod sure hadn’t wasted any time. “What do you think of that idea?”
My question was answered by silence. I raised my gaze to his face. His eyes were closed. “Dev? You seemed to enjoy it before.”
Dev ope
ned his eyes and fixed them on mine. He pressed his lips together, then said, “What if I get jealous?”
“Of who?”
“Rod, of course.”
Dev might not know I was sleeping with Rod now, but he certainly knew I had slept with him before, and Dev had never seemed even remotely bothered by it during our week in Palm Springs. In fact, he used to love watching Rod fuck me. “Are you sure about that?”
“Yeah.” He cocked his head to the side. “If you had to choose, which one of us would it be?”
His question made me squirm. I enjoyed both of these men in very different ways. Dev was calm and dependable. He was the intellectual, the reflective one. We could talk about almost anything for hours. Rod, on the other hand, was exciting and unpredictable. He could be a dick one minute and incredibly thoughtful and romantic the next.
“I could never choose.” The truth was: I wouldn’t want one without the other. They belonged together, and I wouldn’t be the selfish bitch who drove them apart by picking one over the other.
Dev snorted.
“I’m serious. I want both of you.” I took a deep breath and hoped he didn’t get upset with my suggestion. “What if… what if Rod promised not to touch you? Or initiate anything between the two of you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, if you were to say, initiate something, then and only then, would Rod be free to respond.”
“I’ll… I’ll think about it.” The look on Dev’s face, a mix of hope and fear, of wanting and despair, reflected so perfectly what was in my heart that I wanted to cry.
Dev might want my body, but he was in love with Rod. He just wasn’t ready to admit it yet. Just as I wasn’t ready to admit that at the end of this trip, I’d be alone again.
Dev’s arms tightened around me and I felt the hardness of his cock at my belly. I arched a brow. “In the meantime, think about this.” I grabbed his cock and tugged him into the shallow end, where I proceeded to make us both forget about Rod. At least for a little while.
Chapter 5
ROD
“What the fuck is an averrhoa carambola?” I read from the instructions Sky had given us for the scavenger hunt. The teams that found all the items would be treated to a Tahitian feast tonight. She’d split us up into two groups, and Dev and I had been stuck with that plonker Damon.
